เนื้อเพลง I Ain't That N*gga - Twista

[Chorus 2X: Twista]
I Ain't That N*gga
I just thought I'll let you know
When I'm rollin with a black fo'-fo'
I ain't that n*gga

[Twista]
Naw I ain't a (Gangster)
but kick it with board members and governors that love Larry Hoover
N*ggaz that'll do ya
Down for my rifle over Disciple now have your momma screamin out "Hallelujah"
And no I ain't a Vice Lord
but I kick it with n*ggaz that bring that sh*t to the left
CVL, love the PL, and thug folks that love low
Down with my clique to the death
And naw, I ain't a Black Peace Stone
but when I was gettin production from Villain we was chillin
Southside, swole brothers with long-ass braids
Some real n*ggaz stackin millions to the ceiling
And naw I ain't a Soul
but got into it with Dolla and Rock, picnic with Jack Bobo
Knew all them n*ggaz when my raps flow slow
before I was rollin black Benzes on black mo'-mo's
And I got plenty friends and relatives
that still be all up in the mix
Out ch'ere up in the streets, well f*ck this rap sh*t
N*gga I got guns, you ain't gon' do sh*t
I ain't gon' be frontin and fakin and actin petty all in my music
Uh-uh, that's too lame
When it's on it's on, I pop a n*gga when you gone you gone
You finna be wiped off the earth like a memory, what's dude name? [echoes]

[guns cock, BLAM!]

Huh, naw I ain't a killer
but I'll stank a motherf*cker while I'm hooded if he pull it
Make a n*gga bite the bullet
Hit him with the chrome cause I gotta show it's on to the fullest
And naw I ain't chief
but I'm a motherf*ckin beast when it come to runnin in the streets
Ain't been on it in a minute cause a n*gga gettin money
When I do it's cause a n*gga gotta eat
And naw I ain't solid
but I got the utmost respect for a n*gga if he hollered
Or if he ride in a V6, I know he be the sh*t
To the real G's I gotta pay homage
And naw I ain't hard
but on God I'll push a n*gga sh*t back and leave him scarred
Get the infrared beam and then go and steal 'em, steam 'em
Stank a n*gga then go put the car in my garage
I spit crack, you gotta pardon my barrage
of lyrics I'm throwin discardin the facade
The thieves wanna be thugs try to put on for the streets on beats
but got no heart up in the mob
Quit lyin, you the metaphorically speakin motherf*ckers
that want it with real n*ggaz that's out ch'ere
Give a description of a helluva gun
but you don't really wanna feel it from real triggers that's out ch'ere [echoes]

[guns cock, BLAM!]

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Naw, I ain't a player
but in my city all the b*tches honor me like I'm the mayor
Devastatin rhyme sayer
but if you wanna make it bigger than words I got a sprayer
And naw I ain't a pimp
But peel a hoe for a fimp and I walk with a limp
While I be smokin on that hemp
And at the party b*tches sayin "Look at him, look at him!"
And naw, I ain't no mark or no coward
Come at me you gon' get your lil' heart devoured
We don't buckle easy to threats
We be comin after necks for tecs for sex, money and power
Been doin it big for so long everybody around us talk sh*t
Can't do nothin but hate, off the money we makin
We don't come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks
You lil' soft b*tch [echoes]

[guns cock, BLAM!]

[Chorus]

{BLAM!}